soul probation

The art of controlling people, so why is he here?

This sentence does not mean that he was instigated to rebel and then stood on his side...

He suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

...So it turns out that he is the one being controlled?

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it..." he murmured.

I don't believe those kisses are fake.

I can't believe those eyes are fake.

Do not believe……

But his brain has subconsciously started to hypothesize and question.

If these days are fake, then his purpose is——

Once the seeds of doubt germinate, the loopholes blinded by warmth gradually surface.

His value to him is only that evidence.

He suddenly remembered that hypnosis, he was chased by the old woman with the needle, Li Wei had a very strange introductory word.

"Go look in the house, if you have something for her, she won't give you an injection?"

The old woman was originally a fabricated image for Transition.But if the needle represented his fear of being injected with drugs at the time, then in his subconscious mind, from the time the old woman chased him, she was the embodiment of the gray whale.

Give him proof, and he won't chase you, won't give you an injection—hand it over, hand it over and it'll be over.

"Look around the house—tell me, where's the proof?

It's a pity that the subconscious is buried so deep that he doesn't even remember it himself.

The questioning was fruitless, and the hypnosis ended.

This fucking was obviously a psychological inducement disguised under the systematic desensitization method when he let down his vigilance.

His already unstable state of mind was on the verge of collapsing.

And he suspects that this is not the only time, and the training that Dr. Cheng gave him to suppress sleep talking may not have failed.

"That day," he gasped as he tried not to recall what happened that day, "did you give me sleeping pills?"

Li Wei was surprised at his sharpness, turned his eyes slightly, and said frankly: "No."

"It's a catalyst that ignites the depths of your subconscious mind."

Wang Jue understood, and immediately felt cold.

"As a result," he continued tremblingly, "the deepest part of my subconscious is not evidence—"

It's you.

He once called him Gray Whale's dog, so why wasn't he himself?Losing the freedom of limbs and spirit, lying in bed every day——

Waiting for him to come home like a dog.

No one can laugh at the Stockholm patient.Under the real confinement, how much self can remain in the mind?

The ears are lingering, a word is a seed, sprouting in the heart, intertwined and intricate.The vine with blood on his heart captured his soul, broke his throat and tone, and occupied every cell in his head.When he looked down, he was already terminally ill, and every pore was clamoring for flowers to bloom.

Desperately trying to get rid of things, the result slipped into a deeper layer.

He is having trouble breathing.

Hanging around with him for so many days, doing so much, just to cheat his trust?

Do you, do you have a little...

"You still don't say anything about my state of complete trust in me." Li Wei's face was dark and unclear, "The mission failed, so I can only send you back."

Wang Jue was in a trance.

What can there be?Are you still looking forward to it?

He closed his mouth tightly, afraid of sticking his tongue out.

Too.This logic was wrong from the start.

Is the No.1 Li Wei really so easy to be recruited?

It was so easy for him to find Yanchen from the headquarters building to understand the medicine, wasn't it too smooth?

It seems that you still haven't learned what "thinking" is.

Wang Jue swayed and could barely lean against the wall.After a long time, he said with difficulty: "...I want to see Yanchen."

"You..." Li Wei took him to his shoulders and said quietly, "I can't see him anymore."

Here we go, here we go again.The world has betrayed him yet again.

"I want to see Yanchen," Wang Jue said with red eyes, "I want to see him."

"He is the same as me, there must be a reason for betraying me. He is a man of flesh and blood—"

"He's not like you."

Li Wei's face turned pale when he heard this.

"You won't see him anymore."

"because of him--"

--

"Li Wei, it's been a while since he left." There was an electric sound of "Zilla" coming from the screen of Hongbie, "He's gone, how's the progress of the N-cell?"

"When we went to Xiaowei's lab, all the cells were dead, as if someone corrupted the variables."

"Okay." Gray Whale's tone couldn't hear any emotion, "Send me the ingredients and data, and I'll do it myself. This kid's acting skills are so good, it's easy for me to play it—how is Xi Mian?"

"I'm recuperating in the ward, let me see...why is the screen black?"

The gray whale immediately caught something keenly, "Where is Yanchen?"

"They seemed to be together before. Was it the kid's fault?"

"There's been something wrong with him lately," the Gray Whale urged, "Go and see, hurry. "

--

"Brother, the reminiscence is over, I want to talk to you about our affairs."

A ray of cold light flickered in the darkness.

Yanchen put the knife on his neck, "Do you like me?"

Xi Mian didn't show any signs, and said calmly, "I've said it many times, I don't know what liking is." Feeling the chill on her neck, she sighed again, "What kind of answer do you want? I can tell you."

"I don't want to hear it, I want you to know." Yan Chen had no expression at the moment, "How about I help you find out?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want you to hurt." He grabbed Xi Mian's hand and put the palm on his own, "But I'm not sure, so I want to try."

"Do you know that Li Wei won't die. Because I have the antidote and I've already given it to him."

"Did the gray whale let it go?" Xi Mian subconsciously guessed.

"No."

"You want to rebel?" He frowned.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Yan Chen suddenly smiled, "Do you want to get rid of me, bro?"

"Traitors die. You know that."

"I know. And I also know that it was a coincidence that I came back with you. This is your mission, isn't it?"

Xi Mian paused, and replied, "Yes."

"Then you should also know," he suddenly raised his tone, "the reason why I became an orphan is thanks to you, right?"

Xi Mian continued to repeat: "Yes."

"Okay, very good." Yanchen laughed back angrily, "If Wang Jue hadn't told me, you would have watched me work for him for so many years. By the way, you are the same. I'm afraid they did your life experience Good thing, right? You know it, you always knew it."

Xi Mian didn't speak.

"I think the gray whale has emptied your mind. It's normal to not have me here." Yan Chen felt sad, with coldness and determination in his eyes, "But I still want to try."

Without warning, he grabbed his hand and stabbed it into his chest.

Ximian's breath stagnates.

It was too late to distinguish the blocking feeling of the knife from hand to hand, and the muddy and sticky sound of flesh and blood bursting came from my ears.

"Are you crazy?" Xi Mian sat up suddenly, ignoring the injury in her abdomen.

Not only at this moment, why is his strength suddenly so great, but also the hand that was restrained by him can't be pulled out no matter how hard it is.

"You guys are crazy!" Yan Chen roared in a low voice like a trapped animal, "I'm sober...I'm sober!"

He pulled his hand to gouge out the blade that had sunk into the heart, making a tooth-piercing sound of blood foam rubbing against each other.

"Are you in pain?" he asked tremblingly.

"Let me ask you, do you hurt?" He stared at the blurred outline in the darkness, and asked again loudly.

Xi Mian frowned, as if it was difficult to understand the question.

It's hard to understand the behavior, it's hard to understand the person.

He was right, he and himself, one of them was crazy.

Maybe both.

He opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

The silence caused Yanchen to gradually drain all his strength, and the momentum he had just lost was gone, and he collapsed immediately.In the end, he could only murmur weakly: "Do you like me?"

Big drops of tears fell on the back of Xi Mian's hands, which hurt like ice grains.

"It's okay." Yan Chen smiled bitterly, "I'll give you some more time."

He forcibly held Xi Mian's hand between his hands, pulled out the knife, and then suddenly stabbed him again, sharp and decisive.

The red heart blood splashes wantonly in the thick ink of the night, with the hottest temperature and the most vivid rhythm of life in an instant, dancing lightly, fleeting.

"You don't need to feel guilty, brother. I'm not the kind of person who has a strong desire to survive in the sun. Thank you for your unintentional gentleness, which allowed me to live for a few more years."

Intentional promise.

"I'll give it back to you now." Yan Chen felt dizzy from the pain, and fell down lightly, "I'm free..."

Lotus root is hard to kill.

"I gave you my heart, you... see for yourself..."

Beliefs are all delusions, and they will be killed when they encounter them, and then they will be liberated.

Xi Mian hugged the person in her arms, holding his hands covered with hot and sticky blood, quietly staring at the passing life in the darkness.

"I... can't see... you clearly... and you...don't even think about... seeing me clearly..."

silence.Ears hurt when the air is still.

Why don't you speak?

He touched the corner of his mouth in the dark and only found a small scar.It was left over from his first suicide.Xi Mian held his face in one hand and rubbed it repeatedly with her thumb.He rubbed it, and time seemed to have stopped at his fingertips.He turned into a statue darker than night.

Up to now, Xi Mian has no expression on her face.

When the little scar also cooled down, as if he had been stabbed, he suddenly pulled his hand away, opened his eyes wide and wanted to see the person in front of him clearly, his veins bulged.

He found that his chest was heaving and he had forgotten to breathe.

Dawn broke.

When Hong Bie rushed over, the blood on Xi Mian's face had dried up.

"The backup power supply has been arranged, why don't you turn on the lights?"

"It hurts." Xi Mian muttered to herself.

"What?" Hong Bie didn't hear clearly.

With a sound of "pa", the lights suddenly turned on, revealing a piece of dirt under the sky.

Xi Mian raised her head, her eyes were lifeless and dull.

That was the first time Hongbie saw his childish look of despair and bewilderment.

"I hurt."